Subject: Babysitting Husband
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral adultery
Diary Date: July 6, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Unlike most girls when they get to my age, I still enjoyed babysitting.
I just don’t understand why anyone would want to wait tables at minimum
wage when you can get twice the pay (in cash) by taking on a job where
more than half the time the kids are in bed? In addition, there are side
benefits in that most parents with kids at this age are not that old
meaning the husbands can be quite... well, interesting. Usually that
just means some teasing and flirting but in this case it went a little
bit further.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Babysitting For Keith and Kathy
Chapter 2 – What Do Babysitters Do When They Are Alone?
Chapter 3 – Caught Masturbating By Keith
Chapter 4 – Doing Keith a Favor
Chapter 5 – Keith’s Daughter Interrupts
Chapter 6 – Keith Drives Me Home – and His Dick Into Me
Postlude
Chapter 1 – Babysitting For Keith and Kathy
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Even though I'm going to be a college junior next semester I still baby-
sit a lot. There are plenty of parents who want an older girl for their
kids and more than willing to pay the bug bucks for the security of
knowing a supposedly more mature girl is taking care of their kids. I
can't blame them; personally I can't imagine entrusting my future
children in the care of some hormonal fourteen year-old princess who will
spend most of the time on her cell phone than paying attention to the
kids. I’m not being harsh, just recalling what I was like way back when
I was that age!
In a few cases I think it's less about security and more that they’re
afraid to let go of the apron strings and let their kids stay home alone.
These sort of people insist on having someone older in the house even
though the kids are (at least in my opinion) plenty old enough to take
care of themselves. I have actually "babysat" thirteen and fourteen year
boys and girls! Needless to say you can’t hire a fourteen or fifteen
year-old girl to watch them.
Take the case of Keith and Kathy who are 29 and 26 respectively. Both
work as real estate agents which was how I got connected with them in the
first place. My Aunt Linda is also a realtor and one day she overheard
them complaining about the low quality of some of their babysitters and
so she gave them my name and number. They didn't even flinch when I
quoted my rates even though they are at least twice those of the younger
girls.
As realtors, Keith and Kathy sometimes have to meet clients in the
evenings or on weekends, often on the spur of the moment. In such times
they often had problems getting one of their regular babysitters so they
would call me to see if I was available to watch little Ashley. At three
years old, she was an absolute doll baby and I always looked forward to
taking care of the little angel.
As it worked out Kathy and I got along great. She really wasn't all that
much older than me so it was more like we were friends than the typical
mom and babysitter relationship. She was always saying how we should go
out for lunch or something but with our schedules as full as they were,
that just never seemed to happen.
Kathy seemed very sweet, your stereotypical girl next door from the
Midwest who married her high school sweetheart. Although personally I
thought she spoiled Ashley a little too much, who was I to say anything
being an only child myself and oft accused of being spoiled rotten? No
doubt my babysitters had thought the same about my mom when I was
Ashley's age and I think that I turned out OK.
There was one other reason I enjoyed babysitting for them, and it wasn't
something I could ever tell Kathy. There was something in the way her
husband Keith looked at me whenever Kathy wasn't around that made me
tingle just a little in all the right places. Whether she admits it or
not, EVERY girl notices when a man has his eyes on her and Keith wasn't
very good at hiding his interest in me – or to be more specific, my ass
and boobs. Sometimes I honestly wondered if he had any idea what I
looked like from the neck up! Naturally I encouraged him a bit by
wearing suggestive outfits such as my short cutoffs in the summer or
tight jeans in the winter along with a tight shirt or cami that
emphasized my boobs. Just leaving a few buttons undone or a teasing look
is all that is needed sometimes to get the desired results.
Kathy seemed rather oblivious to the little game I was playing with her
husband. It was probably the same with the other girls who babysat for
them as well although I would like to think I pushed the line a little
more than most. It was just all innocent flirting anyway so far as I was
concerned. The two of them seemed quite happily married and so far as
the way Keith looked at me, well, MOST men did so for me it would have
more unusual if he hadn't!
In comparison with me, Kathy was conservative although not overly. A
pretty brunette, she kept up with the latest fashions but didn't go
overboard. We were about the same height although she hadn't quite shed
all her weight after pregnancy. It’s not like she was fat but her thighs
and hips seemed to be hanging on to whatever they could despite her best
dieting efforts.
As a realtor, I guess she had a different approach when it came to
selling houses than my aunt did who relied on her sexuality and flirting
(or whatever else was necessary) to get the sale. My Aunt Linda was the
type that wore slinky outfits and all but threw herself at the guys –
whether or not they were married. From what my mom had told me, more
than a few of her sales were finalized in the bedroom rather than the
kitchen table – and not always with just the husband!
Chapter 2 – What Do Babysitters Do When They Are Alone?
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One day Kathy called me first thing in the morning to see if I could sit
for Ashley. As usual, it was a last-minute request but I loved sitting
Ashley; she was always in a good mood and never gave me a hard time. It
was about a mile or so to their house but it was a nice day so I decided
to walk, arriving at their house just before noon.
Kathy answered the door with a look of relief on her face and quickly
explained to me what was happening. Apparently there was a couple from
out of town who only had a few days to find a house so they couldn't
waste any time. As Kathy gathered her briefcase and purse, she
apologized over and over for the late notice. She warned me that it
would probably not be until almost dark before she returned unless a
miracle occurred and they found the house of their dreams earlier.
Before she left, I asked what time Keith would be home and Kathy frowned,
explaining to me that Keith was out of town at some convention. He
wasn't going to be back until Friday night which was still a couple of
days away. What surprised me was how she sounded a bit peeved at him,
muttering something about hoping he was having a good time while she was
stuck taking care of everything at home AND trying to keep her job. I
didn't say anything, figuring it was probably best not to get in the
middle of a domestic crisis.
Kathy stuffed her laptop into her briefcase and turned as she tried to
put on a happy face for me. "Well, how do I look?" she asked.
I gave her the once over and smiled. She really WAS pretty cute, even if
she could use a little more time on the Stairmaster and fewer fast-food
lunches with clients. As I mentioned before, it wasn't that she was fat,
just a little more than necessary around her hips and thighs. The outfit
she had on did a nice job of smoothing it all out. She wore a sharp pair
of black pants with a matching black jacket that had a wrap tied in the
front. A bright pink cami underneath covered where most girls would’ve
been showing off their cleavage.
"You look great," I encouraged her, "Now get out of here and sell them a
house!"
Kathy sighed and shook her head, checking out her purse one last time as
she hurried to leave. "Thanks so much for helping out Kelly. I really
don't know what I would have done without you today. You're a life
saver!"
Kathy gave me a friendly hug, kissed Ashley goodbye, and headed out the
door with a wave towards Ashley. For the next couple of hours I
entertained Ashley. At just three years of age she already had quite an
impressive doll collection and she loved dressing them and pretending to
be their mommy. Predictably, in the middle of the afternoon she started
to act a bit cranky and I knew she was due for her nap.
Ashley’s bedroom was down the hall from the family room where we’d been
playing so I lead her by the hand to bed and then sat next to her for a
few minutes. She fell sound asleep almost instantly and from past
experience I knew she would be out cold for at least an hour or two so
which gave me some time for myself. THIS was what I loved about
babysitting – getting paid to do whatever I wanted!
As this wasn't the first time I’d babysat for them, I’d already checked
out the house and knew exactly where to go – their bedroom. Actually, I
make it a point to check out every home where I sit. Believe it or not,
in my experience almost everyone has something hidden somewhere that's
interesting. Sometimes it's the husband hiding things from his wife (you
wouldn't believe what I have found on some people's home computers!)
Some wives have the most incredible lingerie collections. A few couple
are secretly kinky – the bondage stuff and leather, which never has
really turned me on. A few time I have gotten lucky and found pictures,
and even videos, or what could be called the "Bedroom Olympics". Usually
it's just the husband taking photos of his wife but there have been a few
more adventurous souls who apparently get off taping themselves having
sex.
As nice as couple as they appeared in public, Keith and Kathy were a
little more adventuresome in private. Her top drawer was filled with a
marvelous collection of teddies and baby doll negligees. Nothing weird
or kinky but very sensual. But that wasn't my most interesting "find".
With their Mr. and Mrs. America outward appearance, I bet the
neighborhood would’ve been shocked to learn that that Kathy and Keith
enjoyed making home videos – and NOT the type they showed at family
reunions!
Now whenever I'm alone in their house, I make it a point to check out his
top dresser drawer which is where he keeps their "collection". So far it
consisted of half a dozen videos. All but one of them was just him
taping her in her lingerie and then stripping it off for him. The sixth
one was my favorite. In that one she starts out sucking his cock and
from there they fuck until he finally cums all over her boobs. I
remember the first time I plugged it in the VCR and saw what was on the
tape. God, I was wet almost instantly!
The fact the tapes weren't hidden all that well wasn't surprising. With
Ashley being only three I'm sure they weren't worried about her finding
them and of course they probably never have even dreamed that their
babysitter might go looking thought their personal things! (Warning to
parents – most of the girls I know DO look through your stuff so keep it
in mind and act accordingly!)
With Ashley safely in bed, I went to their bedroom and opened up his
dresser drawer. Unfortunately, any hopes of finding a new one were
dashed. Oh well, I knew which one I wanted to see again I picked it out
and headed down to their family room where the big screen TV and VCR
were.
On the way I checked on Ashley and was pleased to see the little doll was
sound asleep. Someday when I have a girl I pray that she is as well
behaved as this one. What a little angel!
When I tried to put the tape in the VCR it wouldn't go in which was when
I realized that there was already a tape loaded. When I ejected the
tape, I realized what it was and my heart skipped a beat. No Barney crap
here, that was for sure. It had the same type of label as they used for
their other "personal" videos and I smiled when I saw it was labeled with
the date of this past weekend. Hmmm, I wondered if they had a nice going
away session before he left?
Setting aside the older tape, I reloaded the new one back in and hit the
PLAY button. As the VCR cranked up, I backed up and sat on the edge of
the couch as I watched the TV. At first it was just black and then
someone must have turned on the lights and the camera moved into the
right position. From the looks of things, it must have been on a tripod
next to this very same TV because the couch I was sitting on was in the
center of the screen. Nobody was in the picture yet but I could hear
voices barely in the background.
Then Kathy appeared, dressed in a sexy baby doll negligee that didn't
hide a thing! It was sheer pale pink and clasped together with one hook
in the center with matching sheer panties that made it easy to tell that
she didn't shave. What made it hot for me was her complete lack of
embarrassment or shame. I’ve seen a couple of other couples tapes and in
both of them it was obvious it was the husband's idea and the wife was
being coaxed into doing something she wasn't thrilled about – at least at
first. In this case, Kathy was certainly wasn't shy!
Kathy looked really hot and it was hard for me to imagine that this was
the same sweet, "innocent" woman I had just been talking to a few hours
before. Her boobs were large but didn't sag all that much and she had
the most incredible nipples that poked through the thin negligee like
pencils. Her hair, normally tied back or in some other conservative way,
was down past her shoulders and flowed as she twisted and turned for the
camera.
What really caught my eye was Kathy’s hot ass. She loved to wiggle it
and show it off for the camera and from the way the camera zoomed in
tight on it, Keith obviously loved it as well given the time the camera
was fixated on it.
After a rather quick strip tease, Keith made his on-screen appearance.
He was already nude and his dick was as hard as a tree branch. They
didn't mess around with a lot of foreplay so it wasn't long before I was
watching sweet little Kathy being fucked like a cheap whore by Keith
right in the middle of their family room!. It started with Kathy on her
hands and knees with Keith fucking her from behind on one knee. As
always, I was instantly wet as I watched them and my tongue ran over my
lips looking at Keith's cock. God, it looked absolutely yummy as he
slowly pushed it in and out of his wife.
As I watched more of the video, it suddenly dawned on me that Kathy must
have been watching this while Keith was gone and had forgotten to take it
out when she was finished. I looked around and tried to imagine where
she had masturbated while she watched herself being fucked by her hunk of
a husband.
Looking at the couch cushions, I licked my lips as I imagined her laying
there with her hand between her spread-open legs, fondling that hairy
little pussy of hers. Was she was dressed while she watched or did she
wear something from that sexy collection of sexy lingerie she kept in her
dresser? Hmmm, maybe she wore the one she was wearing at the start of
the video.
With that thought in mind I hit the PAUSE button on the remote. Hurrying
back to their bedroom, I rummaged through her lingerie drawer as the
1sweet scent of her sex filling my nose. I felt a tingle between my legs
when I pulled out a sheer pink one and realized it was just the one she
had been wearing in the video! Well, either she hadn't been wearing it
earlier when she was masturbating or must have done laundry soon
afterwards.
With the outfit in hand, I hurried back to the family room where it only
took a few seconds to strip off my shorts and top. Standing there nude
in the middle of the room, I put on the lacy negligee and hooked it
together between my boobs. Surprisingly, it fit fine! The panties fit
as well as these outfits are typically sold to cover a range of sizes.
There was a mirror over a table by the wall and I walked over to took a
look at myself in it. Damn, the entire outfit was so sheer I may as well
have been wearing nothing all. The baby doll top only came down to my
midriff so without the panties, my pussy would have totally uncovered but
that wouldn't have been so bad. There was only a single clasp holding it
together between my boobs which meant it didn't do much to cover them
either.
Resuming my place on the couch, I pushed the PLAY button on the remote.
As I stretched out, I wondering if this was the same position Kathy had
been in when she was watching this very same video. Next to the TV were
several wedding pictures of Kathy and Keith.
It was hard to imagine such the sweet and perfect looking couple in that
photo could be the same two people fucking like horny rabbits on the
video. Actually, it wasn't so amazing they were fucking, they HAD
produced Ashley after all. What was hard to believe was that they TAPED
it! Kathy always seemed so sweet, maybe even a little naïve at times.
Who would have known she had this side to her?
As I continued to watch the two of them fucking, my hands wandered down
between my legs and I spread apart wide on the couch. Dam, these panties
simply HAD to go so I quickly slipped them off and dropped them to the
floor. They were already a little damp in the crotch but not so much
that it was too noticeable. My pussy was already soaking wet and I
spread my pussy lips apart so my other hand could rub my clit, moving up
and down my pussy slit to wet my fingers so they could slide more easily
over my sensitive clit which was becoming harder by the minute.
Frankly, I don't know what was turning me on more, watching this hot
couple fucking or doing myself while I wore her nightie! All I knew was
that the combination of it all was making me horny as hell and I
masturbated furiously.
When I masturbate with the intention of cumming as quickly as possible,
it usually doesn't take me long to reach my goal and this afternoon was
no exception. Ashley was asleep upstairs but I didn't know for sure how
long that would last and then of course, there was always the possibility
of Kathy coming home early for one reason or another. I was pretty
confident I would hear her car pull up in the driveway but it wouldn't
hurt to get myself off as soon as possible.
My own moans began to drown out Kathy's on the video and soon I wasn't
even watching as I closed my eyes and relished the surges of pleasure
that my pussy was generating. It was moments like this that I live for,
for the intense feelings generated inside of me when my orgasm hits me.
My pussy cum began to literally pour from my cunt as I humped my hips up
and down, imagining it was me that Keith was fucking and not Kathy.
Oddly enough, the thought that I had better flip the cushions when I was
done crossed my mind but disappeared quickly.
I was cumming so hard that I never noticed the slight movement at the
door...
Chapter 3 – Caught Masturbating By Keith
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"Whoa!... Now THIS is what I call a nice homecoming!"
My orgasm was at its peak and there wasn't much of anything that could
stop me once I got to this point. As much as hearing a voice in the room
should have shocked me and brought me to earth, I simply couldn't take my
hand away from my pussy. I HAD to finish, I HAD to make myself keep
cumming. You may as well ask an addict to stop getting high as ask me to
stop my orgasm, especially one as intense and pleasurable as this one.
Besides, it was probably just a voice from the video anyway as nobody
should be entering the house, let alone a man.
Actually, I don't even think it really registered with me that someone
might be in the room. I was too caught up in my own emotions and the
incredible surges of pleasure that were emanating from my pussy and
flowing out every pore of my body. Besides, I didn't hear anything more
and with my eyes tightly closed, I used my left hand to take over rubbing
my clit and put two of the fingers of my right hand deep into my soaking
wet cunt.
"Fuck me... oh yeah fuck me Keith," I moaned softly, dreaming it was me
in the video being nailed instead of Kathy.
My imagination was running in overdrive, picturing her watching me now,
seeing me in her sexy lingerie, masturbating as the video of her being
screwed by her husband played on the big screen TV in front of me. God,
what would she say if she heard me begging her husband to fuck me? For
that matter, what would HE say?
Thinking of them watching me just made my orgasm all the more intense as
it just kept going on and on and on. Poor men, they just cum for a few
seconds and it's like, game over, go to sleep. I loved being a woman,
the incredible feelings I get when I orgasm, especially when it just
seems to never stop, driving me insane with the sheer pleasure that it
gives me. As my mind exploded, all I could think about was how I wanted
her to watch her husband fuck me, for Mrs. America to see Mr. America
screwing their babysitter. What would she say when he came in me, when
her high school sweetheart betrayed his vows to her right in front of
her, not caring what shame and horror she was feeling.
"Cum in me Keith, that's it... cum in me," I groaned, imagining his cock
swelling inside of me, releasing his sperm deep in me, imagining the look
of shock on Kathy's face as she realized what her husband had just done
to me. To take her husband's sperm, to have him mate me in front of her,
to show her how much more he wanted to fuck me than her, was all I
wanted.
As much as I would have liked it to go on forever, my orgasm began to
slowly wind down. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and licked them like
a couple of popsicles, savoring the sweet taste of my pussy cum. Some of
my friends think it's gross to taste your own pussy but I have always
loved the smell and taste of my own pussy, even back when I was only
eleven and just starting to explore and learn more about myself. My left
hand cupped my crotch, pressing against it without stimulating any one
area too much, just feeling the warmth of my pussy as it throbbed and
involuntarily convulsed now and then. God I felt so incredibly good at
this moment; what could possibly make it any better?
The world around me started to come back into focus and it was then I
heard a shuffling sound behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I looking
back over my shoulder to see who was there. God, did Ashley get up
early? Did she see what I had been doing? Even worse, did she see her
parents on the TV? How was I ever going to explain this to Kathy?
Those thoughts flashed through my brain in an instant so you can only
imagine the look of total surprise when I saw who was actually behind me.
There was Keith, standing there with a grin stretching from ear to ear
with his arms crossed. Oh my god, how long had he been watching me? How
embarrassing to be caught masturbated on their couch, wearing his wife's
lingerie and playing their private video on the TV!
"Now don't let me stop you from anything important," he said with a bit
of a chuckle.
I bolted upright and sat there with my legs crossed and my hands covering
my breasts, feeling like a little girl whose brother had walked by while
she was dressing.
"Oh come on," Keith chortled, "Don't give me this innocent little girl
routine. Shit, I've been watching you for the past twenty minutes, ever
since you came down from the bedroom."
No wonder I hadn't heard him come in. God, talk about incredibly bad
timing! He must have drove up and come through the door while I was in
their bedroom searching though Kathy's lingerie. How could I have not
noticed him when I came back down? Well, the reason was obvious, I
guess, given how horny and distracted I was at the time. Even so, God, I
couldn't believe he had been watching me the whole time!
"You know damn well I love looking at you when you come over but I have
to admit, THAT was the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time!" he said.
He was obviously trying to calm me down but didn't seem to realize he was
having the exact opposite effect.
"I just have one question. Would you have done it if you knew I was
watching?"
God, how could he ask me THAT? I knew what the answer was – of course I
would have! At least, I like to think I would have. But how could I
admit to it without sounding like some sleazy slut? My dad has always
told me that I will never make it as a poker player and once again my
face gave me completely away.
"Hmmm, that's what I thought but it was fun sneaking a peak anyway,"
Keith chuckled.
My emotions were on some kind of cosmic roller coaster now. On the one
hand, my pussy was still in full horny mode, not quite settled down from
the fantastic orgasm I had just experienced. On the other, I was still
somewhat embarrassed at being caught by Keith. It wasn't that he saw me
masturbating, I could have explained that away easily. But to be caught
doing it while wearing his wife's negligee and watching a video of the
two of them having sex, now THAT was a stretch, even for me.
For lack of anything better to say, I asked, "Uh, Keith, what are you
doing home? I thought you weren't getting back until this weekend?"
Keith rolled his eyes at my transparent attempt to change the subject.
"Don't look so surprised, it's pretty obvious what you were thinking," he
said with a bit of a chuckle, "To answer your question, the conference
ended early due to some screw-up with the main speaker's schedule so I
figured I'd come home and surprise someone. I just hadn't figured that
someone would be YOU."
Keith paused for a second and I realized he was staring unabashedly at my
naked body. It was a sign of the state of shock I was in that the idea
of doing anything else with him never even entered my mind. Instead, I
instinctively tried to cover myself with a pillow from the couch.
Keith moved in a little closer and I clutched the pillow even tighter to
my body. What was on his mind anyway?
Chapter 4 – Doing Keith a Favor
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"Tell you what," he offered, "I won't tell Kathy about your little secret
if you do me one favor, OK?"
I had a nasty suspicion just what THAT was going to be. Whenever a man
made that sort of suggestion to me it meant only one thing - he was going
to use this as a bribe to fuck me. Not that it would have been such a
bad thing, not from the way I watched him doing Kathy on the video at
least. The problem was I'd been at such an emotional high for one minute
and then completely crashed the next, leaving me now a little confused
and disoriented.
My mind seemed to be a compete mess as I didn't know whether to grab my
clothes and run out of the room or what. As much as I had dreamed of
Keith fucking me, that's all it was until now – dreams. Kathy was such a
sweet wife and friend (even if she DID act like a whore when she was
getting fucked) that I wouldn't feel right doing her husband, no matter
how much I might enjoy it.
I didn't say anything in response so I guess he took that as permission
to continue. Actually, I was quite surprised at what he offered.
"Needless to say, it was really hot watching you playing with yourself,"
he confessed, "But you didn't know I was in the room. Now I want you to
do it again, but this time for me."
Wow, so Mr. America was a perverted voyeur at heart. Then again, maybe
he WAS Mr. America and didn't want to cheat on his wife but wasn't going
to pass up the opportunity to catch a private show. For a moment I
caught myself almost wishing he HAD asked to fuck me. Now I was left to
wonder if he didn't find me sexy enough to want to cheat on Kathy. Did
he want his cake and eat it too? Was he looking for just want the cheap
thrill of seeing me masturbate but still stay faithful to Kathy? Did he
think I was going to perform for him like a trained seal without the
satisfaction of having him cheat on his wife with me afterwards?
A surge of anger filled me and suddenly I felt this tremendous urge to
rip off her damn negligee and burn the tape. God, I couldn't believe he
would pick her over me! How dare he? Well, if he wanted to see me
masturbate, I’d show him just how hot and nasty I could be! He would see
that I was sexier than Kathy, that I could be more of a slut and freak
than she ever dreamed of being. Then, when he was all hot and bothered
and begging to fuck me, I would get my revenge and tell him "no", leaving
him all hard and horny, wishing he could have me and regretting he had
ever considered staying faithful to his wife instead of fucking me when
he had the chance.
Had we gone on just flirting it would have been one thing, but here he
was with practically an open invitation to fuck me and he was turning me
down!
Determined as ever, I stood up and dropped the pillow to the side. The
clasp between my breasts was quickly undone and I dropped the negligee on
the floor next to the panties. I pointed the remote at the VCR and
stopped the tape and then turned off the television so now the room was
deathly quiet, like a funeral service was in progress.
"OK, if that's the way you want it... sit at the end of the couch and
watch me," I said in a naughty tone of voice.
Keith chuckled and instantly agreed. As he sat down I noticed that he
had to maneuver his pants a bit as apparently the bulge in his crotch
made it uncomfortable to sit at first. I laid back with my head on the
arm of the couch, putting one leg up on the back of the couch and the
other draped over the side with my foot barely touching the floor. This
has the desired effect of spreading my crotch open wide for him, giving
him an completely clear view of my bare pussy and clean asshole. I was
still completely wet and my pussy lips were spread apart slightly,
waiting for attention. I put one finger at the top of my slit and traced
little circle around me.
"Soooooo... do you like watching me play with myself, eh Keith?" I asked
him in a little girl voice.
Keith has rubbing himself through his pants and I made a mental bet with
myself as to how long he could hold out before he let something loose.
His tongue licked his dry lips as his eyes were fixed at the sight
between my legs. He never once looked up at my face, his eye were fixed
on my pussy.
"God I love your pussy," he murmured, almost to himself more than me.
"I love to watch myself play with my pussy in the mirror, " I teased him,
"Will you be my mirror today Keith?"
My fingers were wet again with my pussy juices as I played with my pussy
hole and then my clit. Keith just grunted when I teased him and sure
enough, he started to fumble with his belt and pants. He finally got
them undone and quickly pulled his pants and underwear down to his
ankles. His shoes were still on so he just left them bunched up and
grabbed his cock as he continued to stare at my crotch.
With Keith watching, it didn't take me long at all to get back on the
wagon again and soon I was moaning with the pleasure of another orgasm
again. I LOVED being watched when I masturbated and this situation was
so erotic I was surprised it took as long as it did. I was fingering
myself and humping my hips, simulating a guy fucking me as I drove my
fingers in and out of me. My eyes were closed and I actually forgot
about Keith watching me as my mind erupted with pleasure as every pore of
my skin seemed to be covered with intense pleasure.
"Damn, you are one HOT fucking babysitter!" I heard him say.
I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight in front of me. Keith was
stroking his hard cock slowly now, his eyes still locked on to my pussy,
hardly even blinking! It has always been a massive turn-on for me to see
a guy masturbating when I know his thoughts are all about wanting to fuck
me.
Just seeing him jerking off doesn't do it, just as your everyday porn
isn't a turn-on for me either. It's the INTENT when he jerks off that
makes all the difference. It's KNOWING the effect that I am having on
him that makes me hot and bothered. I had no doubt in the world as to
what Keith was wishing he could do at that moment. So why wasn't he
going for it?
Chapter 5 – Keith’s Daughter Interrupts
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Just then I heard the sound that every parent must hate to hear at times
like this.
"Daddy?" a voice called from the back bedroom, then a little more
forcefully, "Daddy!?"
I looked at him and saw the disappointment in his eyes as he seemed to
instantly switch gears from horny voyeur to concerned father. He quickly
pulled his pants up but left his shirt out to cover his hard dick even
though little Ashley would have no idea why her daddy was sporting this
big bulge in his crotch, if she noticed anything in the first place.
"Coming sweetie!" he called out to her. Then he looked at me and sighed.
"Yea, I know," he said with a sigh, "Damn, just when it was getting to be
fun... kids!"
He got up and headed off to her room. As for me, I stood up and gathered
up my clothes and scampered off to the closest bedroom, just in case some
little girl decided to make her way into the family room unannounced.
Now that she was awake, there was no predicting what a three year-old
would say or where she would go so any thoughts of continuing our little
game were on a definite HOLD for now.
It only took a few seconds to jump back into my shorts and pull my top
back on. Leaving the bedroom, I saw the pink negligee in the middle of
the floor and quickly scooped it up along with the panties. Just then
Keith reentered the room with Ashley in his arms.
"Daddy's home!" she announced to me, as if I couldn't see for myself.
From the way she was hugging him she obviously loved her father. Too bad
she didn't know what her sweet daddy was doing a few minutes before!
"Ummmmm, you better put that nightie away right away," Keith said. I
gave him a pout but he just shook his head saying, "That's her favorite
and if it's missing there could be some interesting questions! I will
say one thing – you look a hell of lot sexier in it than she does!"
Now THAT was more what I wanted to hear from him. Reluctantly I returned
the nightie to its original location. I don't know what I was thinking
anyway. There was no way I could keep it without drawing her suspicion.
It was bad enough that it probably smelled of my sex but it wasn't like
she hadn't been fucked in it before so she probably wouldn't notice.
Even if she did, I couldn't believe she would ever even consider what the
REAL story was, probably more that she had forgotten to rinse it out
after her latest escapade.
While I was there, I looked in the mirror over her dresser and gasped.
God, I looked an absolute wreck! My hair was a total disaster so I used
one of her hairbrushes to try and straighten it out as best I could.
Once I was reasonably back in shape again, I returned to the family room
where Ashley was still hugging her dad. She had obviously missed him a
lot!
"Hi Kelly, I finished my nap!" she announced proudly with her cute little
voice.
I gave her a peck on the check and started to explain to her that I was
going to leave now since her daddy was home. Both of them looked glum –
but for totally different reasons. Keith pulled his wallet out to pay me
and handed me a hundred dollar bill!
"Oh Keith, I can't take this much," I protested. It wasn't like I really
needed the money anyway and it sort of made me feel cheap that he would
pay me for just masturbating.
"No, no!" Keith said as he put up his hands defensively and stuffed the
bill down the front of my tank top, "I just want you to know how much I
appreciated not only what you did today but for all the help you've given
Kathy over the past few months.
I frowned but took the money – I may have principles but I'm not stupid!
I kissed little Ashley again and turned to leave. Just as I was about to
reach for the door handle, it opened by itself and who walked in but
Kathy!
"Hey girl," she greeted me, "Is Keith home? I saw his car in the
driveway."
I explained to her that he had just arrived and that I was about to
leave. She looked past me and upon seeing Keith, squealed in delight and
rushed to hug him. He explained how his convention had been changed
while she excitedly told him how she had sold this couple on the first
house they had looked at. They seemed to be enamored with each other so
decided it was a good time to make my exit and opened the door to leave.
"Kelly," Kathy called out after me, "Hang on a second."
I paused while she came up to me with her purse.
"I forgot to pay you," she apologized.
I explained it wasn't necessary and that Keith had already paid me. She
looked at Keith who just nodded in confirmation.
"Well, thank you SO much anyway for helping me out on such notice," she
said as she gave me a hug. I hoped she didn't smell the scent of sex on
me as I hadn't had a chance to wash off but if she did, she didn't say
anything or give any sign of it.
"Hey, you're not planning to walk all the way home this late," she
insisted, "Let Keith take you home."
I started to protest but she insisted and I noticed Keith wasn't putting
up any arguments. Keith gave her a hug and a kiss and I followed him out
to his car. Actually, it was an SUV, nothing as fancy as my dad's but
still a monstrosity in its own right. I guess it's like they say, the
older the boy, the bigger his toys. I jumped in from the passenger side
and he backed out of their driveway into the street.
Chapter 6 – Keith Drives Me Home – and His Dick Into Me
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"Guess it was a good thing Ashley woke up after all, eh Kelly?" he tried
to joke with me as we drove down the road, "God, I can't imagine what
would have happened if Kathy had come up ten minutes earlier!"
"Maybe she would have joined in?" I teased him.
"Noooooo, not a chance," Keith said, vigorously shaking his head. "As I
guess you've noticed, Kathy may let it loose in the bedroom but she's not
into any of that kind of stuff. I tried to bring to up once and you
would have thought I had said I wanted to adopt a whore or something!"
"Have you ever cheated on her?" I asked nonchalantly.
"God no," he responded quickly, "I love her dearly and would NEVER do
something like that to her."
"But what about what we just did?" I asked.
"Oh….THAT," he said, as if he had forgotten all about it. "It's not like
we did anything you know."
"But didn't you want to?"
"Now don't even go there," he said, but with a big grin.
"Why, don't you think I'm sexy enough to fuck?" I asked in my innocent
little girl voice.
He didn't get a chance to answer as we were almost to my place now. As
he pulled into our driveway, suddenly I felt this tremendous urge to be
fucked by him. It wasn't just the typical horny feeling like when I just
feel a need to get laid. No, I specifically wanted HIM to fuck me. It
was killing me that I had to be the one to convince HIM to fuck ME.
After all, this was NOT how the game was suppose to be played. Nope, HE
was suppose to want ME and then I was the one to make the decision as to
whether to let him fuck me or leave him hanging. The fact he was
married, and apparently happily so, only made it all the more impossible
for me to resist him.
All in all, it was a matter of principle for me now, a matter of personal
pride and ego. The way things were, if he just dropped me off at home
and left me hanging I think I would have been upset for the rest of the
night – and probably a lot longer. Actually, I wasn't sure how I would
react since such a thing had never happened to me before. I was always
the one in charge, the one to decide whether or not he would get to have
me. Being at the mercy of Keith….well it just sucked!
As he put the truck in park, my mind went into full gear. He turned to
me to say goodbye but before he could say anything I quickly pulled my
shorts to the floor in one swift motion and then lifted one bare leg up
on the seat, leaving the other on the floor. My pussy was there for his
viewing please and I couldn't believe he would say no now.
"You never did get to see me cum again," I teased him, letting my fingers
run slowly over my bare stomach and pussy.
Keith looked all around, a little panic maybe in his face.
"Kelly, what the hell are you doing? What if someone see you!" he
gasped.
"Nahhhhh, my parents won't be home for another hour at least and the
neighbors can't see me in here with these windows," I replied
seductively, "So who's to watch... except YOU."
"But...," he tried to say but I wouldn't let him finish.
"Why don't you just shut up and enjoy the show Keith," I insisted, "After
all, you paid for it!"
Leaning back until my head was resting on the door, I lifted my left leg
up and behind the driver seat, hooking it on the center console while I
played with myself. Actually, I wasn't paying so much attention to my
pussy as I was the expression on Keith's face. Knowing Kathy, I doubted
that she had ever done anything quite this voyeuristic for him ever
before. I could picture him writing a letter to some porn magazine,
starting out with the usual "I never thought this could happen to me….."
"What's the matter Keith, aren't you gonna play with yourself for me?" I
asked sweetly.
Once again he looked around, as if certain there were a hundred
telescopes trained on the two of us. Apparently he needed a little bit
more of a nudge.
"C'mon Keith, show me how you play with yourself," I asked him again,
"You know, I loved looking at your cock before. It looked so big and
hard. I want to see it again."
Finally, the little head grabbed control from the big head and he let out
a deep breath and undid his jeans. After yet another glance around us,
he slid them down just below his knees and his cock popped up in the air
from his thick pubic hair like an ancient idol rising from the depths of
a dark jungle. God, what I would have given at that moment to reach over
and suck it but the time wasn't right for that – at least not yet.
"Mmmmmmm, you have such a great cock Keith," I said slowly, seductively,
"Stroke it for me while you watch me make myself cum."
The fastest way to get an orgasm is not to play with yourself faster but
to put yourself in the right emotionally charged atmosphere. This
situation certainly qualified. Here we were, in the remaining daylight,
parked at the top of my driveway, and both of us were masturbating like
we were in the privacy of our bedrooms. It wasn't anything too out of
the ordinary for me but I had a feeling it was a new experience for
Keith.
I scooted forward until my ass was up on the center console, lifting my
butt off the seat and putting my pussy in full view for him.
"Make me cum, Keith," I begged him, "Touch my pussy and make me cum."
Keith hesitated, long enough that I started to worry that maybe he was
going to be able to resist me after all. Like he had said before, mutual
masturbation was one thing but to have actual physical contact with
another woman was another thing entirely. Even so, oral sex wasn't
really "sex" so just touching me certainly didn't qualify as adultery.
He must have been able to rationalize it himself as his hand slowly
worked its way towards my pussy.
"That's it Keith, touch it," I encouraged him, "I want to feel your hand
on me so bad."
That seemed to do it and I felt his fingers on me, caressing me and
exploring me. I didn't know what made me feel better, his fingers on my
pussy or knowing that I had convinced him to at least touch me. One step
at a time...
"Put your fingers in me," I instructed him, "fuck me with your fingers."
He obediently first put one finger in me and as wet as I was, was able to
quickly follow it with a second. He pushed them in and out of me like he
was fucking me while one of my hands played with my clit and the other
reached under my top and started to caress my boobs.
"God you have such a pretty pussy," he said softly, "I've always wanted
Kathy to shave hers but she keeps refusing."
Mmmmmmm, now THAT was a good sign. It was the first time he had
mentioned anything about something about me that turned him on more than
Kathy and it was music to my ears. It wasn't enough just to get him to
cheat on Kathy; after all, any whore could do that for a hundred bucks.
No, I wanted more. I wanted his lust. I wanted him to want me more than
Kathy, to be willing to do anything to have me, even if it was only for a
few minutes here in his truck.
What I really wanted was for him to briefly forsake his wife out of his
adulterous lust to have sex with me. Sure, when we were done he would go
back to her; but I knew he would always remember how for just a few
moments in time, he had abandoned her in favor of me. THAT'S what I
wanted from him now. Any girl can get most any guy to fuck her, but to
have a place in his soul forever was the ultimate prize.
We didn't have a lot of time as I knew if he was too late getting home he
would never be able to explain it to Kathy so I did what normally I would
have despised myself for doing – I faked it. Yes, I faked an orgasm.
It's not that hard really since guys don't seem to have a clue what one
really is anyway and just think of the shows put on by porn stars.
Besides, they can vary so much from one time to another that few girls
really know when another is faking it.
"Oh yes, Keith, make me cum harder," I pleaded with him. It wasn't a
TOTAL fake, not like some whore playing a role to please her customer. I
rally WAS enjoying it, I just wasn't cumming. It didn't matter as he
thought I was and that's what counted.
After a few more theatrics – guys always seem to think every orgasm
requires odd body contortions and lots of moaning and gasping, a totally
wrong concept by the way, and I slumped down as if I was finished. He
started to pull his fingers out of me but I grabbed his hand and held it
in me.
"That felt so good Keith," I whispered to him, "I want more……I want you
to give me more."
Thinking I was referring to his finger fucking, he started to move his
fingers around inside of me again until I looked at him and gave him a
seductive smile.
"I wasn't referring to your fingers, you know" I teased him, "I was
thinking more of that incredible dick."
For a moment my heart raced and I thought maybe I had pushed too hard or
too fast. His fingers stopped and then he pulled them out of me quickly.
Before he could think too much more about it, I twisted myself around,
getting on my knees and leaning over the console. I reached for his dick
which, despite any other second thoughts he might be having, was still
hard and ready for action. Mmmmmmm, the cock never lies!
"Kelly... I don't think you should do that," he said weakly, his hands
brushing mine away but without much vigor.
I knew token resistance when I saw it and this was even more token than
usual. He just needed to resist a little to satisfy his conscience so
that later, when he was feeling guilty and wondering why he had done what
he had done, he could shift the blame to me. In his mind, he would
rationalize it by saying it wasn't his fault that I had seduced him and
taken advantage of him. Yeah, like I was going to force someone twice my
size to do anything he didn't want to!
Personally, it didn't matter how he managed his guilt, it was his actions
that counted and I knew once I had his dick in my mouth it would be all
over but the shouting, I mean fucking. The important thing was that I
had his cock in my hand now and I could feel the warmth of it in my palm
as my fingers wrapped themselves around it.
"I want to suck your hard cock," I said, looking up at his face.
He was the perfect picture of a conflict of emotions. I knew from the
way his lips were dry and his breathing had quickened that he wanted it
but at the same time I could see the decency and shame in him trying to
stop himself. Well give me a break! There was no guy in the world could
say no to a girl like me who says she wants to suck his cock.
"It's OK, it’s not really sex you know," I assured him, "I'm just gonna
suck it."
As I mentioned previously, so far as I was concerned oral sex really
isn't "sex", at least not in the biblical sense that determines whether a
man is committing adultery. That said, it doesn't mean he isn't lusting
for me which puts him in jeopardy with another commandment, but an
adultery charge wouldn't stick. When I say I will never cheat on my
husband, even with his permission, that doesn't mean I can't suck off a
few of his friends now and then. I just would never let them fuck me.
Keith weakly tried to protest one last time but I wasn't listening any
more as I lowered my head to his lap. My lips met the soft tip of his
cock and I kissed it gently, just on the very top of the head. Then I
reached out with my tongue and softly caressed the head of his cock,
running just the tip of my tongue over and around him, slowly working my
way further down, letting more of the surface of my tongue press against
his cock as I descended. I could tell from the musky scent of his crotch
he was horny for me, some things just can't be faked!
So many girls seem to think the ol' head bob is all they are obligated to
do when sucking a dick. Certainly, no guy is going to push her away for
it but I know they appreciate it when I take my time to put out the extra
effort. Using my tongue is one of the most effective means for
stimulating a guy. I have had guys that I could have "bobbed" forever
and they never would have cum, and they often claimed as well that no
girl had ever made them cum with just their mouth. Well, add in a little
of the right tongue and lip action and so far I have never failed to make
any man cum using just my mouth – a record I am quite proud of by the
way!
Keith seemed to be appreciating my efforts as well.
"Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" he asked rhetorically. "Damn,
I've never felt anything like this before."
Inwardly I was beaming like a girl betting first prize at a recital.
Kathy didn't look the type to have sucked a lot of cocks; it wouldn't
have surprised me to find out that his was the only one she had ever
blown. Not so for me. First, I was fortunate to have a great tutor in
my mother, plus the advantage of having sucked literally hundreds of
dicks by now in my life. Practice makes perfect they say, and that
certainly applies to sucking dick.
"So tell me Keith, do you like the way I suck your dick?" I asked softly,
raising my head from his cock for a moment to catch my breath.
"Oh god yes," he moaned, "Don't stop…please don't stop."
It was time to REALLY show him my skills so this time when I went down on
him I didn't stop three quarters down like I had been doing. This time
when he filled my mouth I worked my lips and gently eased him down my
throat. The gag reflex almost got me but once you're past that it's home
free. Ina few moments my mouth bottomed out on his dick and my face was
pressed hard against his thick scented pubic hair.
"Oh Jesus, how do you DO that?" he groaned.
I would have taken bets that Kathy had never done THIS to him before! I
twisted my head back and forth and then raised my head up until just the
head of his cock was between my lips. Catching my breath, I descended
once again until I felt his dick filling my throat.
"Damn, now THAT is incredible!" he gasped, "God, look at you!"
His hips thrust upward against me and I felt his hand pushing me down on
his cock but there was no more to take in. I felt myself getting light
headed and pushed up hard to make him let go of my head so I could
breathe again. Again I lifted my head off of him and brushed my hair
back so I could see his face.
"I bet Kathy never sucked your dick like THAT, has she?" I asked with a
sly grin on my face.
"Hell no," he gasped, struggling for breath himself, "I mean, NOBODY has
ever sucked my cock that way before."
Well, I guess that meant Kathy wasn't the only one to have sucked his
cock but that was OK as I would have bet the farm it was someone BEFORE
he married Kathy.
"Had enough? You want more?" I teased him.
"Do you even have to ask?" he sighed. Yep, he was mine now and it was
time to drive the stake in his heart.
"I promise to suck you more... later," I whispered to him, trying not to
be too overwhelming. "But you have to fuck me first – NOW."
"Oh god Kelly, please don't ask me to do that," he pleaded.
I almost felt guilty as I saw the struggle that was playing out within
him. Of course he wanted me, every man I was with did. But deep down I
could see he still wanted to remain pure for Kathy, to be loyal to her
and not betray her. There was only one small problem he face – ME. Had
he asked to fuck me back in the house, I might have refused, who knows.
What he didn't seem to realize was that the more he resisted me, the more
it meant to me when he finally caved in; and cave in I knew he would
eventually. No man had ever resisted me once I had set my sights on him
and I wasn't about to have Keith break that record!
"You know you want to fuck me," I told him, "I see it in your eyes every
time I come to your house."
"Hell, every guy WANTS to fuck you Kelly," he countered weakly, "but I'm
married."
"Kathy will never know, it'll be our little secret," I promised, "Hey,
look at me and tell me you really don't want to fuck me."
Keith's eyes rolled back into the top of his head as he heaved a heavy
sigh. It was at that moment I knew the battle was won!
"God, you know I do," he groaned, "Shit Kelly, I've always wanted to fuck
you."
Now that he had resigned himself to giving in to his lust, it was down to
a matter of logistics. Doing it in the split front seats wasn't exactly
what I had in mind and getting out to go through the back doors wasn't an
option in our state of dress – or should I say, undress.
Necessity is the mother of invention so I was the first to work my way
over the console and into the back seat. I can only imagine what he was
thinking as my bare ass passed right by his face! Once in the back seat,
I laid back and threw one leg over the back head rest.
"C'mon Keith, I'm ready," I teased him, "Get back here and fuck me."
He was a lot bigger than me, of course, so squeezing into the back seat
was a little more of an interesting exercise for him but he had
determination on his side. Things got sort of awkward for a moment as he
literally fell into the back on top of me but he quickly got into
position over me. You had to give the guy credit; once he had made up
his mind he just wanted to get it over with as fast as he could without
having to think about what he was doing any further.
"God, I can't believe I'm doing this," he mumbled as I once again grabbed
his cock in my hand. Then I held his cock up against my pussy, waiting
impatiently for him to push it into me and complete the adulterous act.
"Fuck me," I said to him, again saying those two words that every man
loves to hear me say, “Fuck me Keith.”
Keith didn't answer me with his voice but his cock did a lot of the
talking from this point on. He pushed up against my pussy and his cock
bent slightly as my tight pussy refused at first to give him entry.
"Shit, never thought you'd be so damn tight," he murmured.
Interesting comment; I guess he figured a slut like me would have a loose
pussy from being fucked so many times. One thing I kept in mind was that
Kathy was his frame of reference and unlike her, I hadn't had the
equivalent of a bowling ball pushed out of me. Compared to her, I had to
feel practically like a virgin to him.
"C'mon Keith, push it in me," I said with a hint of impatience in my
voice.
Keith groaned even louder as he pressed harder against me until suddenly
my pussy opened up and welcomed him home. He didn't stop pushing until
he was completely in me, his cock totally surrounded by my tight pussy.
"That's it Keith, keep it there, keep it in me," I moaned, "It feels
soooooo good deep inside of me."
Of course, being a typical horny man he couldn't do such a thing.
Holding to the back of the seat to keep his balance, Keith began to fuck
me, starting out rather quickly at the beginning, apparently not wanting
to waste any time with the slow stuff to start.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good Keith... fuck me!" I cried.
He was banging me pretty hard and for a moment, I remembered where we
were and wondered if the truck was rocking or moving at all such that the
neighbors might wonder what was going on inside. People pretty much keep
to themselves in our neighborhood so I doubted even if they noticed that
anyone would do anything but you never knew. It wouldn't have bothered
me so much but I was sure Keith would be horrified. I had a feeling that
at this moment, that was about the last thing on his mind!
"Almost there," he moaned and I felt him positioning himself to pull out
of me. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as best I could to keep him
inside of me.
"No... stay in me," I begged him, "I want you to cum in me."
He wasn't thinking rationally or he would have least have asked me if I
was protected; or maybe he just assumed a girl like me was, I don't know.
Either way, he stayed in me without protesting any further and I felt the
warm bloom of heat in me that told me his first shot of sperm was now in
me.
"That's it Keith, cum in me," I urged him, "Mate me Keith, give me your
sperm."
With each load he groaned and his hips thrust himself deep into me. Each
time it seemed he was as far into me as he could get but the next load
went even deeper. Finally he was spent and he stayed inside of me as he
panted from his exertions. I wiggled my ass under him, making his cock
move around in me, stirring his adulterous sperm in me like a mixing
spoon.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT feels good inside of me," I purred.
It has always amazed me the change that comes over a guy after he has
cum. It's like all the sex drive shoots out of him along with the cum,
leaving him befuddled and in some cases, remorseful. Such was the case
with Keith as he shook his head and mumbling to himself. All I could
make out were bits and pieces about him not believing what he had done,
about Kathy, about his shame and guilt. Despite all his comments to the
contrary, he was leaving his cock in me so I knew his little head was
still in control, even though I knew it would be relinquishing that
control as fast as his cock withered inside of me.
"Oh my god, I've got to get home, Kathy will be wondering what happened
to me," he said with a note of panic in his voice.
He grabbed his pants from the front seat and hurriedly tried to get them
back on in the confines of the back seat.
"C'mon Kelly, get dressed," he urged me, "Damn, how could I be so
STUPID!"
"I don't think you were stupid, Keith," I said softly, "In fact, I
thought you were great! No wonder Kathy loves fucking you so much."
I was about dressed by then, it didn't take much to get my skimpy clothes
back on. He buckled his pants and zipped them up.
"Please don't talk about Kathy that way," he said plaintively, "She can't
EVER find out about what we just did."
"Don't worry Keith, I will never tell her," I said with a nasty smile.
"Of course, there may be a price to pay for my silence. I enjoyed this
today"
"I'll pay you anything, Kelly," he said, sounding frantic, "Anything at
all."
"I wasn't talking about money Keith," I teased him, reaching out to poke
him in the crotch.
He understood what I meant but didn't respond as we both stumbled out on
opposite sides of the truck. No sooner did I close the door than I saw
one of our older neighbors across the street working on his lawn. He had
often stared at me when he thought I wasn't looking and I wondered what
he thought had been going on in the truck that had been parked for so
long in our driveway?
He wasn't THAT old so I hoped maybe his imagination would be at work
tonight and maybe jerk off a bit thinking about me. Keith never noticed
him, thankfully, or he might have freaked.
I waved goodbye to Keith as he drive quickly away. I wonder how he was
going to explain the sweaty smell of sex that had to be covering him when
he got home to Kathy? Oh well, I was already looking forward to the next
time I babysat little Ashley!
Postlude
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I really hesitated as to whether or not to publish this one. There are
so many ridiculous stories on-line about babysitters being fucked by
either the kids or the parents that I feared this would be viewed as just
another fantasy story about something that would never happen. In the
end, as you can see I chose to publish it. Like many of the events in my
life I have chosen to write about, this one helped to make me who I am
today and if nothing else, maybe people will realize that every
babysitter isn't abusing their kids or waiting for them to get home so
she can jump in bed with them. Maybe all that happens in some father's
fantasy, but not in real life.
THE END